Chapter 1530: Those Are Your Children, Not Our Responsibility

Liu Chuxue didn't need to release her spiritual sense; she knew who stood outside the door just by smell. After communicating with Fu Yan Cheng via lip reading, she lay back down.

Even with her constitution, she had only given birth today and had just fed three children, so she was indeed a bit tired now.

Fu's mother stayed by her grandson and granddaughter's side, not moving, though her gaze followed Fu Yan Cheng as he went to open the door.

Fu Yan Cheng, his face grim, looked at the woman standing outside the door: "Something to do?"

His tone was very unfriendly.

The woman shrank back, stepping one step backward, and stammered as she spoke: "Comrade Fu, Deputy Regiment Leader, c-could you lend me a bit more milk powder?"

Fu Yan Cheng's voice grew several degrees colder: "No."

The woman clearly hadn't expected Fu Yan Cheng to refuse so directly: "Um, I..."

Fu Yan Cheng didn't wait for her to continue, his face cold as he said: "I told you before, no next time. My wife gave birth to triplets; that milk powder isn't enough to drink even for them. Lending it to you once was already for the children's sake. If you push your luck again, there's no way to justify it. Those are your children, not our responsibility."

Having finished speaking, he shut the door directly.

Not long after, curses from the old woman came from the next ward: "You useless thing, can't even borrow a bit of milk powder. What good are you?"

Not knowing what had stimulated the woman, she directly retorted: "If you're so capable, you go borrow it."

The old woman was greatly angered by these words: "That's your daughter, not my daughter. You should have found a midwife at home; you insisted on making a scene, dying and living, to give birth in the hospital. Now you want me to go borrow milk for her? Where do you get the nerve?"

"If I hadn't gone hungry, I wouldn't have no milk. She is your own granddaughter; how can you have such a cruel heart?"

"You speak so nicely. Giving birth in the hospital cost so much money, and you still want to eat well? What beautiful dream are you dreaming?"

"Those triplets went in and gave birth not long after. You? You dawdled inside for a whole day, not to mention the doctor won't let you be discharged. How can that little money you brought withstand the spending?"

The woman didn't want to argue with the old woman anymore; after all, when the old woman returned from outside, she had smelled the scent of food on her. Who was to blame for her bad fate, marrying such a man with no sense of responsibility?

Seeing the woman staring at her, the old woman felt somewhat guilty and said: "Don't blame the family; indeed, we don't have those conditions. Your husband isn't neglecting you; he has to go back to borrow an ox cart. We can't let you walk back tomorrow."

Having finished speaking, the old woman stopped caring about her daughter-in-law, leaned against the wall on her own, and closed her eyes.

Forcing her daughter-in-law to go borrow milk powder from the next ward was holding onto a slim hope; if she really managed to borrow it, she could still benefit a little.

She had no ability to get milk powder for her own daughter; she couldn't blame anyone else.

Seeing her mother-in-law like this, the woman gritted her teeth in anger, glanced at her daughter who was like a kitten, clenched her hand into a fist, and didn't even feel pain as her fingernails dug into her palm.

Suddenly, her eyes stared fixedly at the shared wall of the next ward. Why did her own daughter have to live so miserably?

Realizing something, she didn't rush to get into bed anymore. Staring straight at her daughter, who had closed her eyes, for a long while, she turned and left the ward.

Hearing the commotion, the old woman cursed the departing figure under her breath, then climbed directly onto the bed.

She didn't care what would happen when her daughter-in-law returned later, nor did she care whether her daughter-in-law, having just given birth, would face wind in the corridor like that; on her own, she pulled a quilt over herself.

When the woman entered the ward, she saw her mother-in-law had already occupied her hospital bed. She not only didn't blame her but instead breathed a sigh of relief.